The young women of the Carefree Sect, like Xiao Qiao, love life passionately. They often gather in groups to play outside; they are playful, want to have fun, and each is filled with reverence and love for life.
They are just like Xiao Qiao.
The kind of boss you have determines the kind of subordinates you'll get.
The men in the Counter-Terrorism Office are as dull as he is, numb to life and devoid of any passion.
In this respect, he is not as good as Xiao Qiao.
The girls went away, and their voices gradually faded.
Wesley also closed his eyes; he didn't want to hear anything, and it would be best if there was no one around.
Several young women from the Carefree Sect lay in specially made hot spring bags, floating on the lake, enjoying the sunshine and hot springs, fully relaxing. "When the boss wakes up, we must bring her here to try it out, it's so comfortable."
"The boss enjoys things more than you do."
"Poor thing, she can only lie down."
